Die Weggeschmissende

I've been digging through my old xanga lately, and decided some things are worth sharing again. This is a poem I wrote in october of 2005. I still like it.

She looks like the girl that everyone knows but nobody wants to befriend
As she sits across the room, trying not to show that all she can do is pretend

One look can tell that she's lost in her mind, wrapped in thoughts too obscene to explain
And wishes to go where no one can find what she saw to make her afraid

Listen up girl, your bonds all will break
You'll gather them up, and from them you'll make
A shield from the spectors that haunt all your dreams
To finally find who you'll be

She sits in her chair and watches her feet to make sure they're still on the ground
Her body is here but her soul's incomplete, frightened of what she had found.

Her words carry no weight, they hold not a trace of want she wants to believe
And just behind the emotions she fakes, she's struggling not to be seen

Listen up girl, your trembling eyes show
What they're hiding, and secretly know
And whisper to you while you turn in your sleep
To tell you who you need to be

Listen up girl, one day you'll hear
A song to make it all clear
By then you'll forget about me
And finally find who you'll be.